I copied this is from my dear sister Jammie's blog

A Great Story  (from my sister's blog)It developed after I was born sometime. You see I grew up with my brothers only. My sister Debbie is on paper my cousin, but in blood a sister. The story is that my Aunt my moms oldest sister had one child and they could not get pregnant again due to my uncles health so my parents offered to have a baby for them. After the initial agreement on this, my mom went to the doctor and discussed this with him. He did a pregnancy test to make sure she was not pregnant at the time and my aunt and uncle took care of the Adoption process. My mom concieved Debbie and she was born two years and one day after me. She did not take Debbie home because it was her sisters baby. We always new about this and we were close as cousins. As I said this was always known and Debbie and I were very close as cousins. We would have conversations all huddled up in my grandmas living room and ask questions sometimes. I know I had asked my mom how hard was it to give her up and she always replied the same that Debbie didn't look like me and my older brother at birth. We had lots of black hair and Debbie had no hair or hardly any. I guess in her eyes that made it easier. I know God was in this because Debbie is alot taller than me and her adopted mother, my aunt, was tall and she has the built of her adopted mother. Oh we would have great fun when I went to my grandmas in the summer. Debbie lived right down the street from our grandmas house and we had a ball. We were always laughing and having fun. Now Debbie is very outgoing, a wild child, and top in her class and I on the other hand was very shy except around family and only average in school. We both had three kids and now we both have a few grandkids.So anyway this is a neat story of how loving my parents were to have a child for my moms sister. So I grew up with three brothers. At least I had my own room .